I’ve been to the UK and back. I spent a wonderful fortnight visiting family and friends, caught some great weather after all those storms and headed back to france with a suitcase full of soft fruit bushes.
Since then I’ve spent two action packed weeks in the mountains, spending time both with Pierre and with Clare at Lou Rider, it was lovely to see out the last of the winter season with good friends and say good bye once and for all to the chalet as it has now been sold (I’m waiting to hear for sure that it’s gone through before posting, so as not to jinx things for Clare). We had a fairly substantial snow fall just as I arrived back in the mountains, so had amazing ski conditions for a couple of days. The two remaining helpers at the chalet, Kieran (sp?) and Brian were excellent skiers so it made a change to have to work a bit to keep up.
The warm weather soon put pay to the amazing conditions and the snow soon turned wet and sticky, catching me out on several occasions resulting in a couple of spectacular wipe outs. Shaken but not particularly injured, the aches and pains have now departed and am left with the memories of some wonderful descents.
Clare was busy cleaning and preparing to leave whilst I was there. I gave a hand, with the tidying and ended up leaving with a van stacked full of useful items for my next project. It’s all safely stashed in a neighbours barn in Vieuzos now, so don’t have to cart it with me for the next two months. Thank you Clare. We ate too, to empty the cupboards and freezers, as nothing could be left this time, a week of scrumptious food, frequently with an asian twist was a real treat and the never ending Sticky Toffee Pudding, that was always such a hit with the guests, finally came to an end. MMmmmmm.
Somewhere amongst all the excitement I lost my camera, so no photos for the time being, unless I cheat and use some old ones. I left my name and phone number with the piste services but can’t imagine it’ll be found in a working condition after being outside for so long. New one ordered, it’s winging its way to me as I write, so won’t be imageless for too long.